Sherlock Holmes and the

Sherlock gets an odd case on a boring February morning, with an exasperated DI and ex-army doctor in tow he is on the case once again.

“Is he up?” The detective inspector gestured to the stairs with a gloved hand.

“What do you think?” John muttered, wincing when he heard what must have been a coffee mug shattering. “Not a case all week and your cold cases aren't doing it, do you have something?”

“Yeah,” Lestrade chuckled airily, “This one should perk his interest, come by the cannery just off the Thames as soon as you can. We can make heads or tails of it.”